Chapter 93 Recommending Zhu Lin to star in "Youth"
"Zhu Lin?" Xie Jin was stunned. He had never heard of this actor.
Fang Minghua introduced Zhu Lin's situation, including his performance in "Into the Dust". Of course, he also emphasized that Zhu Lin had been admitted to the Yanjing Communications Corps Art Troupe as a dancer and played the role of Sui Zi. Very suitable.
Xie Jin laughed when he heard this.
"Xiao Fang, I have read the book "Into the Dust" you wrote. The heroine Cao Guiying is a mediocre and sick village woman. If you said that Zhu Lin can play this role well, how is it possible? Can you play the role of Suiko well? ”
"The two are so different in appearance and temperament. I think Director Wu chose Zhu Lin not because of her appearance, right?" Xie Jin finally said.
Of course not!
But she is really beautiful.
If Xie Jin doubts Zhu Lin's acting skills or something, Fang Minghua really can't say, but his appearance
Looking around the current film industry, it is estimated that Hua Dan Gong Xue Neng, the housekeeper of your Shanghai Film Studio, and Is she comparable?
Both of them have their own temperaments.
Besides, if Gong Xue plays Miaomiao, if Zhu Lin plays Sui Zi, and two of the top beauties in China star in the same role, will no one watch this movie? !
Thinking of this, Fang Minghua smiled and said: "Director Xie, how about this? I try to find a photo of her so that you can see what she looks like?"
"Photo ? The photos are good, but if you really want her to act, it’s best to see her in person and try it out.”
, I originally planned to return to Shencheng right away, but if you recommend Zhu Lin as an actor, I will postpone it for one day and leave tomorrow night. You'd better let her arrive by tomorrow at the latest."
Damn it!
So urgent?
This is the early 1980s, and it only takes about four hours to get from Chengdu to Xijing by train!
Isn’t this old man still a little unconvinced?
"Okay, I'll try." Fang Minghua agreed.
"Okay, you contact me first."
Fang Minghua rode to his dormitory again and took out a notebook from the drawer. The addresses and phone numbers of some people were recorded here, such as Li Baotian, Zhu Lin, etc. Equivalent to an address book.
Looking at the time at two o'clock, it seemed that Zhu Lin was at work too, so he took his laptop to the unit office on the front floor and called the phone number above.
Rongcheng, Emei Film Studio.
After Zhu Lin came back to work, he didn't receive any roles for the time being. He spent one day in the office with a copy of "The Self-cultivation of Actors" and read it carefully.
This was recommended by Fang Minghua last year. When I came back, I immediately went to Xinhua Bookstore to look for it, but it was not available at all.
After returning this time, she went to the Sichuan University Library to borrow a copy from an acquaintance. After returning, she felt like she had found a treasure.
"In this way, there are two schools in our field - experiential art and performance art. Good and bad stage craftsmanship become the common background against which they shine."
Zhu Lin thought about it while watching.
“Sure enough, Xiao Fang is right!”
At this moment, a colleague hurriedly walked in and shouted to her: "Zhu Lin, the long-distance call is from Xijing!"
Xijing?
Zhu Lin remembered that he had no relatives or friends in Xijing, except for knowing the crew of "Into the Dust".
However, Director Wu made a special call a few days ago to say that the film production has been completed and it is just waiting for China Film to arrange the release. It should not be about the film.
Fang Minghua.
Is it him?
After coming back, the two of them had no contact with each other through letters. After all, after filming, the two of them had no work contacts. Besides, they were already married, so they didn’t have a date yet.
Zhu Lin thought and quickly ran to the factory office to answer the phone.
"Hello, who is this?"
"Sister Zhu Lin, I am Fang Minghua."
Sure enough it was him!
"Xiao Fang." Zhu Lin said with a smile on his face: "How have you been lately? What new novel are you writing? Which magazine was "The Donkey Gets Water" published in? I'll buy a copy and have a look. "
"I haven't published it yet. I have something urgent to tell you. Please come to Xijing immediately. "
Go to Xijing?" !
Of course Zhu Lin knew that Fang Minghua would not say these words for no reason. Suddenly something occurred to him and he quickly said: "Is someone going to film your movie "Youth"?"
"Yes, Director Xie Jin from Shanghai Film Academy. He is in Xijing now. I recommended you to him for the role of Sui Zi, but he said he wanted to meet you in person."
Xie Jin?
That’s a famous director.
"Okay. When?" Zhu Lin asked quickly.
“Now, you come here by train tonight!”
"Ah, so urgent?"
"Director Xie will leave Xijing tomorrow night. If you don't come, you will have to go to Shencheng to find him." Fang Minghua said with a smile on the phone.
“I’ll do it!”
Zhu Lin gritted his teeth and decided. The opportunity is too good to miss and will never come again.
"Okay, what time do you take the bus? I will pick you up at the station then."
"No, no, no need to trouble you." Zhu Lin declined quickly.
"This is your first time in Xijing. You are not familiar with the place. Moreover, the train station is quite chaotic now. Safety comes first. When you buy your ticket, give me a call. I will give you a number. It is our unit. It's in the office. If I'm not here, someone will tell you."
"Okay, bye!"
Zhu Lin wrote down the phone number and hurried back to his office. , pack things.
Oops, I have to ask for leave from the factory manager to explain the situation.
She is now an actress at the Emei Film Studio. If she wants to film in an outside film studio, she will naturally have to get approval from the factory leaders.
She rushed to the factory director's office in a hurry.
Not here!
The deputy director in charge of business is not here either!
Unable to care, she quickly asked for a piece of paper from the factory office, briefly wrote down her situation and handed it to the director of the factory office.
"Please give this to Factory Director Liu. I have to go to the train station to buy a ticket now."
Watching Zhu Lin leave in a hurry, the factory director held a leave request slip in his hand , couldn’t help but shake his head.
This actor is so beautiful, and there are so many dramas
Besides, Zhu Lin took the bus to the train station, squeezed to the ticket window, took out his work permit, and finally bought a train ticket for 6 pm.
This made her let out a long sigh.
We will arrive in Xijing at eight o'clock tomorrow morning, so there is still time.
I found a long-distance phone at the post office of the train station and called it. The person who answered was not Fang Minghua but a girl. Zhu Lin told the other party his train number and arrival time.
I have to make preparations when I get home, and I have to tell my husband.
Zhu Lin braved the scorching sun and squeezed onto the bus again.
At this time, Fang Minghua and Song Tangtang had returned to his dormitory early, spreading out their letter paper and preparing to write a script.
But I was busy with a lot of work in the morning, and I didn’t take a nap at noon, so I started to yawn after a while.
So he apologized to the girl: "Tangtang, I'm a little sleepy and want to sleep for a while."
"Well, you go to sleep, I will read a book."
On the trees outside, cicadas were screaming for Xia Tian, but the room was very quiet.
In front of the window, a beautiful girl was sitting quietly at the desk, reading a book carefully. A young man was lying on the bed behind him, snoring slightly.
Song Tangtang stretched after reading a magazine.
She liked this feeling very much.
On a summer afternoon, I read my favorite book in this quiet courtyard, forgetting the smoke of gunfire and the separation of life and death on Faka Mountain in southern Xinjiang, and felt very calm and at ease in my heart.
There is a young man behind him.
Song Tangtang couldn't help but turn around and look at Fang Minghua, who was sleeping soundly on the bed.
Look at him very seriously.
The eyebrows are very thick and the bridge of the nose is high.
Song Tangtang felt inexplicably happy.
At this time, Fang Minghua opened his eyes and was looking at Song Tangtang looking at him.
"Are you awake?" The girl was very generous and did not avoid her gaze.
"Sorry, I slept for so long."
Fang Minghua quickly got up and put on his coat.
"It doesn't matter." Song Tangtang replied and looked around again. "I quite like your place. It's very quiet and you have stacks of books."
"Then come here every day and discuss the script together."
"Yes." Song Tangtang replied very gently.
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